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To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Someone clapped. It was Wynnstan Dalibor, the grandson of Youri Dalibor—the Great Elder of the Doom Race, and the distinguished prodigy of his race. He walked toward James and glanced at him, praising, “Not bad, you have even mastered the Greater Paths. You’re Forty-nine, aren’t you? Are you interested in joining the Dooms? With the protection and resources of the Dooms, you will surely emerge as a force to be reckoned with in the Greater Realms.”

“No!” ********

Boma urged her. "Stop begging her," Hilda advised. "I want to see her power." "Hmn." the girl scoffed derisively. "I pity the both of you." Boma spied on the girl's table and saw her name written on her textbook cover. "Rahab, right?" she said, confusing the girl for a second. Then she lowered her voice a notch, deciding to try what she assumed was the power of Donovan.

DDEA @sekyel wish me luck gonna tell her the truth later.

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

This should be illegal! Muntik na akong mapa padyak dahil sa pag kwestyon kung bakit napaka gwapo nila. I mean, siguro ang bait nila sa past life nila kaya naman natuwa si God at ginawa silang almost, almost look like a greek god! Isang pitik na lang yata perfect na sila eh. Bumalik lang ako sa katinuan ng tumikhim si Abbigail. "Hope, I would like to introduce to you Robi Mathias Villafuerte. And Robi this is Hope my frie- I mean, cousin."

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #FINAL_CHAPTER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀

After

I repeated looking at her as I processed which she had said. “Damon named her,” Evelyn said, glancing down at the baby. “He chose Isla, short and sweet, easy on the tongue. I believe it suits her. Do you want to look at her?” I swallowed hard, the weight of the name settling over me. Isla. A name that felt so small and fragile, much like the baby it belonged to. But I knew looking at her was going to make me weaken and I was not going to be able to protect her.